#champion leon fanfic

[shiny-kaibernyte]

It's my Birthday!

March 19th and im a year closer to meeting Arceus lucky me! So here is some of my Pokémon simps headcannons as to how they would celebrate your birthday. (I was going to do my top 5 simps but they are all from different things so I'm gonna leave those to myself) There will be no Scarlett and violet characters. They will be in they're own post (There's a lot I like)

Characters: Adaman, Lysander, Raihan, Leon, Cynthia, Volo

💙💎Adaman💎💙

Adaman’s number one rule is that every moment counts. So when it comes to planning your birthday, he makes sure every second he spends planning results in the perfect outcome.

He would make sure to remember all of your favourite things to do and put as many as he can in one day without overdoing it. Adaman was always good at planning. Execution was the problem.

Headstrong and passionate don’t tend to go well together, so no matter how many hours he spends detailing everything. Planning around possible problems; as always something is bound to go wrong.

Surprise bandit attack; Alpha attack; Something happens in the Demand clan; Irida

Will that stop him from making this day all about you? Arceus no! He’s just gonna try harder to make you happy. Even if you're already beaming with the royal treatment he is giving you. Adaman won’t stop until the sun is gone, and he’s carrying you back home.

I would try and pinpoint 1 specific thing he’d do, but Adaman would do basically anything you wanted. Your wish was his command, whatever you wanted to do - he would do. Want to go on a catching spree? Sure. Want to walk along the coastal beach, when do we leave? Want to scale the cobalt mountains to reach the temple of Sinnoh? He’s already racing you up there.

You could drag him to the Alabaster Iceland's and he would follow you like a Fidough. It’s your day and he is going to make damn sure you feel like royalty by the end.

🧡☕Lysandre☕🧡

Lysandre is a busy man. Being the leader of Team flare and running his company and keeping his goal of beauty running smoothly. Time is not something he has! But for his darling's birthday, that's time he is happy to put aside.

He wouldn’t be particularly flashy about what he does for your birthday. He is a gentleman aftercall! Not psychotic at all he's fine i swear. Don’t expect Tengen Uzui level flashy. Lysandre is much more laid back than that. He won’t show you off to the world if you aren't comfortable with it.

His personal life is something he likes to keep behind closed doors, so for your birthday, the most public he would get is taking you out around Lumios, weather that be a shopping spree, a nice conversation at a quiet café. Dinner at a nice restaurant would be a must however. He still wants you to feel special so he will spoil you rotten with gifts. Dudes got the money to burn. 

I can see Lysandre planning something beforehand to keep the paparazzi distracted. Like calling in a favour with a friend high up and having them stage something on the other side of the city so you two can be together in peace.

Once you two get home, he will spend the night with you watching any movie or show you want. Reading with you, just talking with you. Anything you want so long as he can see that beautiful smile of yours. 

Lysandre will go to bed with you but… It's a 50/50 shot if he will still be in bed when you wake up. If he is there, lucky you! If he isn’t there, expect an apology note written quite detailed and a nice breakfast with a simple apology gift next to it.

💗🐉Raihan🐉💗

Battle dates. This man will take you to every single gym tournament and battle he can just to watch your excited face when something awesome happens. Seeing his treasure smile makes him all bubbly and giddy.

But don’t worry, he isn't just going to drag you around Galar showing you fight after fight. He isn’t that stupid. Raihan would definitely take you flying on Flygon so you can see the beauty of Galar from his view. Though his view won’t be on the land below.

For once, he will not mention Leon’s name once! I didn’t know that was possible but here we are. Today is about you, so Leon is flicked temporarily out of Raihan's mind and into the naughty corner.

Photo’s everywhere. Anywhere you two go, he will either stop to take a selfie with you or tell you to go pose somewhere so he can capture the moment. Defiantly will ask you before posting the photo though. Sometimes though he will sneak a photo of you when he thinks you like breath-taking. Something to keep to himself. And don't even think about saying you look bad in one of them, because he will then take a million more to prove you wrong. That or smother you in kisses so you won't say it again.

Raihan will be like Lysander when it comes to gifts. This man will SPOIL YOU! Anything you want, you’d have to grab him by the hood to stop him taking the crowd of people down with him. 

He would 1000% be down for a movie marathon as well if you would rather stay inside. He will have a fort built, snacks at the ready and every movie ready.

💜🎮Leon🎮💜

Bless his soul, he has no idea what to do. Leon would want to take you somewhere really nice he found during his travels, if only he could remember which direction it was in. Then he thought about a nice restaurant you had mentioned wanting to try. Which city was that in again? Perhaps he could take you out to the beach, where was that again?

He would leave it at. “I’ll follow you.” So just drag him around with you and he will gladly follow you and do what you wanna do. Just nothing reckless, he won’t do anything that could get you hurt. Unlike Raihan he would avoid battle arenas. 

I feel like Leon would 100% be down for a gaming day, he’d let you take him to any game store and buy every game you wanted and just play all of them. Card, board, video all of them. Single player or multiplayer he will be right there cheering you on or giving you competitive gals with a smile.

If you're up for it, Leon would ask if Hop could join you two for a little while, not long as Leon does want to spend the day with you, but Hop sees you as a family too.

Dude cannot read. So do not ask him to read anything, he can’t tell the difference between Your and You’re. But if you like reading out loud, he will have his head in your lap listening to you read if that will make you happy. 

Leon would try and make you the best cake he can! We know this man can decorate very well, the baking half is a hit or miss, definitely would have gotten help from an unknown alias. His mom.

🖤🌺Cynthia🌺🖤

Forest date. This woman would give you the royal treatment. Lysander got nothing on this Queen! She will take you anywhere you want for the day. But if you ask her to pick what you do or… a surprise!? She takes that as a challenge. You will most likely wind up on a secluded part of a meadow surrounded by nature.

Tranquil and beautiful, a place for just the two of you to spend time with one another. No champion duties, paparazzi, endless questions of your relationship. Just Her and you. 

Cynthia’s Roserade would make it subtly rain rose petals around the area to add to her love for you. If it’s raining, she has a plan for that too. No rain is going to ruin your special day! Hope you like dancing in the rain because she is already dragging you out to the flower meadows to dance with you hand in hand.

You can guarantee she has a picnic somewhere hidden, Where you will never know that. But this woman has come PREPARED! She’s prepared for everything, and your birthday is no exception.  She has everything, from your favourite snacks, drinks, everything. Even the blanket is your favourite colour. Cynthia even bought a pillow with her that you could sit on so you wouldn’t be uncomfortable if you wanted it.

Like Raihan her Pokémon would be involved. But instead of flying, she would use her Pokémon to put on a show for you. The rose petals from Roserade being just an example. Her Garchomp would show you a fireworks show when night arrived, along with the help of Togekiss.

She won’t spoil you with gifts. Instead she will have one thing she made for you herself. It won’t be very big, but it will show you the love she has for you. Whatever she made you, expect it to be incredibly meaningful.

💛✨Volo✨💛

Cynthia had to get her skills somewhere and this is where. Volo does everything Cynthia does but somehow even more extra. 

If Cynthia gives you the royal treatment, he is giving you the Deity treatment. Man has Giratina at his call, he can literally give you anything! And he will use it to his advantage at every chance he gets. He will use his craftsman skills to make you a bracelet with all of the stones on as a mark of your journey together. If you want him to make another so you can match, oh look he already did! What are the chances?

This man will take you EVERYWHERE! Even places you have never been to before on the back of Giratina, he will show you the world most don’t get to see. The world he will build for you. But he won’t spoil that surprise.

He would definitely make you food, he travels a lot so cooking is a must know skill. So your birthday with him isn't a day, it's a whole week. And every time he makes you something it is completely different. Volo is taking zero shortcuts on this adventure. He may have a Deity on his team, his Deity is sat Infront of him admiring the stars.

Speaking of Stars. Stargazing is a must on every clear night you two get. He would lay his jacket down for you to lay on and look up at the sky together.

Volo would make sure to stop around different areas and tell you about the history there, watching your expression carefully to see the enthusiasm and curiosity on it which just makes him want to try harder to get that smile to stay there. 

He will also use his trade skills to get you something that caught your eye from wherever he took you. Volo may have money but he will use his skills where he can. Giratina isn’t the only benefit he has. Dude is a travelling merchant after all. He has more knowledge than everyone combined. Expect him to show you off however. He loves you more than anything, and wants the world to know that.

[klseay]

╰┈☆ 𝐵𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡 | 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑙𝑓𝑜 ☆┈╯

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡, 𝑡𝑜𝑝!𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑜, 𝑏𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑚!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: 𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒, 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒? 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑!!

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 5��� (𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡)

Sunday evening, the 12th of August. Barcelona had just pulled a 5-1 victory against Real Madrid, winning an el clasico always made every player insides flutter.

“Great game” when her husky low voice met with your eardrums all other sounds got completely drowned out, the loud cheering from around the stadium was quickly muffled. The only thing that was ever your focus was her skin on yours as she pulled you into her warm, safe embrace.

That pair of arms that you not so often found yourself in, at times it was almost as if she were a stranger. And that hurt you deep to the core, for you didn’t want her to be unimportant.

A stranger.

Only teammates.

Pretty much the one way to describe the ‘friendship’ lingering in the air between you, the very fact made you feel sick to your guts, threatening to spill out everywhere.

“Thank you... you were great too” your soft voice mumbled into Frido’s shoulder was a sharp contrast to her harsher one, though never did it make anyone feel threatened as she did have ways with her words.

A voice emerging from behind the significantly taller swede made your shoulders sink as you exhaled deeply, never had you ever been so glad to be interrupted and pulled apart as right now when everyone huddled around, yelling and celebrating.

“So, are we going out tonight or what?” You speak trying to calm down the team that’s jumping frantically around you.

“Oh yeah, we are so going out” Alexia comes up and wraps an arm around your shoulder, squeezing it, her aura shining within her eyes.

“Yeah, regular place, Opium in Barcelona, at 10?” Patri speaks up, everyone around in the team agreeing.

The air in the locker room was thick with emotions, you could practically feel everyone, and everything vibrate. The Champions League trophy stood in all its glory, shining bright as stars in the night sky. It all felt too surreal, nothing felt real, you had dreamed of this all your life. And now it all feels too good to be true.

Pushing your feelings aside you quickly packed your things into your bag. A celebratory night out felt like just what was needed. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your phone buzzing.

Ashley.

Your best friend had sent you a message letting you know she couldn’t drive you. Her mom had urgently needed her help with her tv.

“Jesus Christ” You muttered under your breath, sighing deeply. “Alexia? can you drive me home?”

The room goes quiet as you finally spoke the first words after being silent for the last 16 minutes.

“Sure thing, Ashley couldn’t come?” She spoke as she sat down beside you, the rest of the team continuing their conversations.

“No when can she ever? Something important always comes up, she never got time for me” you muttered, leaning your head against the cold wall behind you.

“Who’s Ashley?” Frido and Ingrid had been having a conversation from the other side of the locker room. It wasn’t a secret to Ingrid that Frido obviously fancied you, but Frido would never admit it.

“Uh I don’t know, girlfriend maybe?” Ingrid says, untying her boots. Her attention split between studying her best friend’s expression and the two across the room.

“She sounds like a wanker though; I mean do you see Y/n’s expression every time she doesn’t show up?” Frido spoke, her voice rough and sharp.

“You get less subtle every week” Ingrid teased, her eyebrows raising and a playful smirk on her face.

“Oh, shut up” Frido spoke as she threw her shirt at Ingrid’s face. “It’s not like that and you know it”

“Mmm sure” Ingrid chuckled.

Arriving at your apartment, about one and a half hour before you’re meant to be at the club, you hurry through getting ready. Taking a quick shower, blow drying your hair and styling it, letting it fall down your back in soft curls.

The room was dimly lit as you worked on putting on your makeup, nothing too much, concealer, blush, a little bit of highlighter and mascara would do it just fine. Not that there was enough time for much more anyway.

Picking out an outfit however was anything but easy, you had no clue on how to dress, in the end after much forth and back on what to wear you finally settled. It was a matching black two piece consisting of a long-sleeved top that hugged your figure perfectly, showing off your cleavage, leaving very little to the imagination. Aswell as a short skintight skirt that went mid-thigh.

Both piece's had rhinestone details making the black a little less boring and a lot classier. Not bothering to be out partying in heels all night you threw on a pair of regular white air force's before grabbing your keys and hurrying out the house to call a cab.

Fifteen minutes later you found yourself outside Opium in the centre of Barcelona, the music was pumping, the sound of your own heartbeat getting lost in your ears and replaced by the beats of the music.

Your hands pulled on your skirt, adjusting it just the bit before making your way through the crowd to find your teammates.

"Here!" Alexia's voice snapped your head into the direction, you hurried their way, squeezing past people before reaching the team who were all sat in a booth.

"Frido and Ingrid should be here soon, but I couldn't wait so I ordered some shots" Mapi said before returning to her conversation with Cata who sat with a wide grin on her face next to Mapi.

Alexia, Patri and you had just floated into a light conversation when the server came up with a tray of shots. Everyone sat in the booth picked up a shot, so did you.

"To Y/N for scoring the winning penalty" Mapi shouted, making all of the girls’ cheer and lift their shots into the air. Laughing, you clink your glass with alexia's before downing the glass content.

You felt the hot liquid burning your throat as you tilted your head backwards, making a little face at the strong after taste. "Straight up tequila?"

"Damn right it is" Cata cheered, pushing Mapi playfully.

"Room for two more?" your head snapped at Frido's voice; it felt as the world got quiet as you took her in. She was dressed in black suit pants, with a white t-shirt and gold jewellery scattered across her, glistening in the lights of the club. Something so simple but oh so attractive.

"Fuck yeah! Come on!" Cata yelled again, very much likely already tipsy.  The two sat down in the booth, Ingrid close to Mapi and Frido sat down next to you.

Once again everyone floated into their own conversations, leaving you and Frido sitting quietly. Before things went to an awkward silence you spoke up "You look great tonight"

"So do you..." She answered while her eyes started to roam your body, you felt yourself grow hot under her lingering gaze, shifting just the tiniest in your seat to lessen the feeling. However, it was an unsuccessful try.

"I heard Ashley didn't show up..." Frido's attention had now shifted in front of her, not really looking at anything or anyone.

"Yeah... to be honest I couldn't care less, knew it was coming" you chuckled, taking a swig of the beer in front of you. Frido's eyes shifted to you again. "Who is she, if you don't mind me asking. Girlfriend?"

You almost spit your drink out at this, shaking your head you swallowed the liquid before replying "God no, I'd never date Ashley. She's just a friend, not a great one though recently" You shrugged, you really didn't fancy talking about her tonight.

"Well forget her, she's a twat" Frido spoke as she studied your face carefully. You gulped at her blue orbs flickering over your face, something about them made you feel so drawn in. Almost as if something pulled on your heart.

"Yeah, she is..." You managed a smile, looking down in your lap as your hands occupied themselves by fiddling with the beer bottle in your hands.

Frido was just about to say something more but got interrupted by Alexia who pulled on you. "Come on let's dance!" She spoke above the music, sending a weak smile to Frido, you got up and followed Alexia as well as most of the girls.

While you were dancing away with your teammates, Frido and Ingrid still sat at the booth. "Stop drooling" Ingrid nudged Frido's shoulder with her own, who in return glared at her.

"I'm not drooling, I don't drool over people" She spoke clenching her jaw, but her eyes kept drifting to you and the way your hips moved as you danced.

"Come on Be Honest, it's painfully obvious you fancy her." Ingrid groaned in frustration, "I- Fine she's nice to look at" Frido's voice was low, almost as if she was ashamed of admitting it.

"So why aren't you doing anything? I mean flirting never hurted anybody?" Ingrid spoke fiddling with her drink that stood in a crystal-clear glass on the table. "I'm too old for her" Frido sighed, running a hand through her blonde hair.

"No, you're really not-" Ingrid got cut off by Frido before she could finish her sentence. "Ingrid, stop bullshitting, of course I'm too old" Frido chuckled irritatedly, finding it humorous that Ingrid thought differently.

"It's only 4 years, come on, you're making a deal out of nothing. This is only because you want to avoid it" Ingrid speaks, sighing deeply at her best friend's antics. "She's attractive, you're not the only one with eyes, but if you don't do anything she's going to get picked up by someone who will"

Ingrid nodded her head in direction of the dancefloor, where you stood dancing with a stranger. She wasn't your type by any means, but affected by the alcohol you couldn't say no to a harmless dance.

Frido's teeth gritted together, and her jaw tensed up at the sight, fire lightning in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't help but stare down the girl, her hands clenching harshly every time she touched your body or grinded up against you.

"Why is she touching her like that?" Frido mumbled, the possessiveness in her growing, and it didn’t' go unnoticed by Ingrid. "Only an idiot would be stupid enough not to make a move on a girl like that"

Frido shook her head and temporarily took her eyes off you. "No, I can't Ingrid" Ingrid let out a simple hum "Why? I really struggle to see what's so difficult"

"I just- never mind, it doesn't matter, she's already occupied" Frido scoffed mockingly, shooting daggers at the girl dancing with you. "Oh my god you're so daft, just go up and steal her away it's not that difficult?"

Frido sighed deeply, she felt conflicted and confused, a part of her was begging for her to do something and not just being sat slouching and having an attitude. But the other part thought it was the most reasonable thing to do, if you wanted that girl to grind up on you, she wasn't the one to stop you from doing so.

"Hey love" Mapi spoke as she sat down next to Ingrid, giving her a quick kiss to the cheek. "Mapi please make Frido go up to Y/N before I lose my fucking mind"

Mapi looked between the two, Ingrid's face scrunched up with irritation about her friend's stubbornness, Frido's tense face, her body slouched against the back of her seat.

"Frido vamos, stop being a baby." Mapi spoke, Frido's head turned to Mapi. "Jesus did you not see the way she looked at you when you walked in?" Frido's eyebrows furred together in confusion, her face telling the story of not quite believing Mapi's words.

"She's right you know" Ingrid spoke to which Mapi looked at Frido with an expective face. The blonde took one last look at you before sighing in defeat "Fine, but it’s not for any of you”

Ingrid smirked giving her friend a light shove "Whatever floats your boat!"

Frido had already made up her mind as she stood up from her seat, brushing out her suit pants and straightening her shirt before making her way with purposeful strides in your direction. The swede made her way through a couple of people before reaching you, putting her hand on your shoulder.

This made both you and the stranger in front of you who you were dancing with stop dead in tracks, "Do you mind if I steal her?" Frido questioned, it wasn't really spoken as a question, more a demand.

"Yeah, I do actually! You see-" the redhead in front of you had no time to finish her sentence as you did it for her “Sorry… she actually promised me a dance” it was alie, Frido hadn’t promised anything.

But it seemed to be the best way to de-escalate the situation as you watched the girl turn on her heel and pushing through the crowd. Clear annoyance in both her body language and voice. "Lovely" Frido hummed through her clenched jaw.

"Hi" you said ever so softly, smiling up at Frido widely. Frido's heart caught in her throat, "Hey short stuff" She chuckled, putting her hands on the curves of your exposed waist, feeling your skin under her fingertips made her entire self-tingle and tickle.

Your own arms found their way up to around Frido's neck, letting them hang over her shoulders loosely. Every time her thumbs grazed the exposed skin on your waist you could feel your chest growing, breaths growing more rigid by each time. Something she clearly picked up on, though Frido refrained to speak about the matter.

"Who was she?" Frido said as she jerked her head to the direction where the girl had left. "I have no clue" the chuckle that left your lips were like freshly harvested honey; she’d never get tired of hearing you laugh. But right now, she had things on her mind that were by far more important than folding over your giggles. "Really? Cause it looked like you did."

With your eyebrows knitted together in confusion at Frido's tone you replied, "What's going on?" you tried to study her face for any sign, but much to your disappointment it was to no use, far too intoxicated to notice the obvious signs of jealousy.

"Nothing’s going on. I just don't believe she had the right to touch you like that since y’all don't 'know each other'." If the dizziness was apparent before it had just gotten ten times worse, the whole world spinning at your feet. "It wasn't anything, she's not my type, like at all.”

“Why won't you just tell me what's bothering you?"

You thought the bare minimum would be for her to at least answer your question, but she didn’t, the only reaction noticeable was Frido’s jaw clenching. "I'm taking you home" her hold on your sides tightened causing her nails to dig into your skin, if you weren’t as invested as you were right now the action most likely would have pulled out a yelp from you.

"What? Why?" you’d never felt this level on confusion before in your 26 years of living, Frido was acting up, she rarely ever did and that must say plenty to how odd this were. "Because I swear to god, if I see one more girl that's not me touching you like that I'll rip someone’s throat out” She practically growled, fuck that was hot, so hot that a surge of heat started pooling in your abdomen.

Your eyebrows shot up as you desperately tried to disguise the growing uncomfortability between your legs, with eyes flickering all over her face for any sign of banter you found nothing, she was serious…."You- wait, just so we're clear-" you had no chance of completing your sentence before she cut you off.

"I want you. And it's been painful sitting, watching women graze your body with their filthy hands all over you" She spat out, her jaw was so tense it wouldn't be to your surprise if it exploded soon enough.

"Frido you... you can't just say things like that when were in a club..." You said looking around you, people minding their own business, having no interest in your conversation. It wasn’t because the thought of being overheard scared you, the pounding music was far too loud for anyone to hear what was said.

The problem was just simple as you didn’t know how to control yourself, how could you ever stay composed after what she just told you when you barely could be around her.

"That's why I want to take you home; now will you follow me?"

Fuck her and her commanding tone…

(Oh, you were going to fuck her)

The swede let go of you, much to your disappointment; before reaching out a hand for you to grab which you did, smiling ever so slightly letting out a breathy “Yeah”

She grinned, licking her lips wet before pulling you along to the booth. "Hey, I'm taking her home" Cata, Alexia and Ingrid looked up at the two of you. Ingrid smirking as her eyes flicker between you and Frido, she knew oh well what would happen.

"Yeah, we're also going to get going soon" Cata spoke, sending the both of you a small smile. Frido gave a nod in return as she continued pulling you along, her hand moving to rest against the small of your back.

“Use protection!!” Ingrid’s voice rang through your ears that forced a chain reaction to your body, heat trailing from your very earlobes, down to your cheeks, chest, stomach until it finally added to the already pool in your core.

“That won’t be needed” her words were more to herself then to Ingrid or you, but nonetheless it made your face grow even hotter, coming outside into the chilly air outside the club was very helpful though.

Frido’s place wasn’t far from where you’d just stepped out off so you decided to walk the walk instead of taking an unnecessary uber that would simply only contribute to ‘poverty’. No, you were quite wealthy both of you, but to put it straight there was no point for you to take a ride when it was only a 15-minute walk.

Though you realized quickly that not calling for a ride might’ve been a mistake due to how significantly the tension grew in the biting air around you. Her hand held steadily onto yours, her thumb drawing soft, irregular pattern to try and soothe your obvious tense state.

As her apartment complex came into sight the bundle of nerves inside you started clamming together, the bare feeling making you subconsciously tighten your grip on Frido’s hand.

She waited until you were right outside her door before speaking up “Hey, you know we don’t have to do this, yeah? We could always just chill and- “

“No, I… I want this. I want you.” Her striking azure-coloured eyes made you feel small, so small, but in the most pleasing way ever. Frido wasted no time in fishing up her keys from the pocket of her trousers, fiddling with the lock for a moment before the door opened.

“You first” she spoke invitingly as she held out her arm presenting her home to you, with a hesitant look in your eyes you took a few steps into the open space. The minimalistic furniture reflected her so well, to a difference it did not make the place feel cold or distant.

The soft orangey lightning that spread throughout the hallway served its purpose, making it feel homey yet the simple décor.

When you turned around to face Frido her hands were on you, gripping your hips in an instant, her nails digging through the skimpy material of your skirt. Soon enough her lips crashed against yours in a bruising kiss, it wasn’t rushed by any means, but it was rough and harsh.

There was no point in trying to win the battle of dominance in regards of your tongue fight, you had come to senses that she would take control long ago.

And you were not complaining.

She backed you through the apartment careful not to run into anything as she guided you towards the bedroom, as for your focus it was completely on her, all other thoughts completely clouded.

Under time your hands arms had moved to wrap around her neck with one hand caressing the back of it gently, stroking up and down with your thumb, occasionally giving it a squeeze.

Your knees buckled beneath you whenever you focused in on the sloppy sounds that your soaked lips made.

Eventually Frido had managed to manoeuvre to her bedroom and with very little force she kicked the door open impatiently. “You still sure about this?”

You nodded eagerly as you felt the back of your knees encounter the edge of the bed, she helped you lay down onto your back, climbing to be on top of you.

Looking down at you with expectant eyes as she had shifted her hands to use them whilst propping herself up on each side of your head, “I need words baby”

She whispered against your plump before pulling you into another kiss, one that made your back arch, and your toes want to curl.

“Please…” it was an embarrassingly needy whisper that left your mouth in between the kisses, right now you couldn’t give more fucks about how you sounded.

“Please what?” Frido said as she nibbled on your lower lip seductively.

“Fuck me… please”

That was enough for Frido, honestly more then enough if we’re being honest. “As you wish… but first. Strip”

Oh, fuck her and her commanding tone.

Without hesitation you did just what she had asked of you, stripping out of your top and skirt, a dark chuckle leaving her lips at the sight of you so desperately shedding your clothing.

“Nuh uh baby, these too.” She pulled on your bra strap likewise as the waist bands of your panties, letting both go with a snap making you grimace at the stinging sensation that burned where she’d touched.

Your reactions did unholy things to Frido, absolute nasty things, her lower stomach might as well be a swimming pool at this point.

God how you wanted to swim in that pool though.

You didn’t question her or disobey her, but instead simply shed your underwear along too, leaving you bare naked.

“Fuck…” her murmur made your body vibrate when they were spoken against the subtle flesh of your lips, “so. fucking. pretty.” Frido breathed out in between kisses as she began trailing them down from your lips to your jaw and neck.

She absolutely didn’t hesitate to start nibbling, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin that your neck consisted of. She later found that one, spot right over your pulse point drew out godlike moans from you, so she put most of her attention on that patch of skin.

You had been so focused on her lips that you hadn’t noticed the hand that trailed up the inside of your thigh, her slender fingers gripping it to bring you back to reality.

“Frido…” you moaned, the action sending shockwaves through your body, all its yearning was for her to touch you, to still your needs. “Patience… be good for me”

Fuck, would she ever stop doing that? You squeezed your eyes shut trying to not focus on the painfully discomfort that emerged from your core. Suddenly it was stilled as you felt her fingers run through your slick folds.

“All of this for me?” she stopped kissing you, a wide grin etched on her face as she was clearly pleased with what she had accomplished.

You nodded desperately “just for you, all for you” your mind barely had time to catch up with your thoughts before the words came out of your mouth.

“That’s my girl” she smiled against the skin of your chest before kissing her way down to your breast, working on stimulating your clit slowly meanwhile her other hand and mouth worked magic on your hardened nipples.

Stretched moans filled the room, your moans to be exact, they only grew louder as two digits entered you and curled up inside. “Oh fuck!” your hand took a hold of Frido’s muscular arm, whilst she started to pump in and out of your hole.

Her long fingers reaching spots you had never experienced feeling before “God you feel so good” she grunted out which only increased your moans, it was such a turn on hearing her praise how you felt and looked.

“More… please” you whispered, your stomach curling at her small giggles against your stomach. “I don’t know…”

“Please Frido, I need more, can’t…” your face scrunched up as you tried to supress the high-pitched moans threatening to spill from your lips.

“When you stop holding in those gorgeous sound, I’ll give it to you” she didn’t want you to hold back, and that was scary, but the need overcame every insecurity you had.

So unwillingly you released you lip from between your teeth and let it all out, only then feeling her fingers increase its pace and roughness. A gut-wrenching whine served Frido’s ears like dessert as she swirled her tongue around your erected pebbles.

And then without warning her other hand had sneaked down between your legs to start tubbing circles on your clit, adding to the already indescribable stimulation you were receiving.

“That’s it, baby, doing so good for me…” she bit your nipple, giving you that look, the one that could single handedly been the last straw for you.

“I’m… gonna.” Somehow you managed to push out a few words that were understandable.

“Go ahead” she encouraged you as her lips attached to your clit, sucking harshly, and that was enough to send you completely over the edge. Into a mind blowing, absolute picture-perfect orgasm.

She helped you stabilize by pushing down your thighs into the bed as your whole body shook and your back arched, nails digging into the flesh of her biceps, would leave marks.

“There you go, you’re fine” she reassured you right as you had come down from your high, slowly pulling out of you and licking her fingers clean from the mess you’d made on them.

A moan leaving her lips at the taste “you good?” she asked you softly, pushing a few sweaty baby hairs out of your face.

You nodded.

“Still need words baby”

“Yeah, just mm… tired” she gently stroked your cheek before leaning in to place several soft kisses against your lips.

“I know baby, but we need you get you cleaned up before sleep. Okay?”

You shook your head grumpily.

She sighed and picked you up in her arms, carrying you to the bathroom where she proceeded to shower you clean. The hot water and her caring touches making your limbs relax in an instant as you found yourself leaning into the touch.

Letting yourself relax and allowing yourself to have trust in that she would take care of you, and she did.

After she had cleaned you off she helped you dry yourself before she left you in the bathroom to change into a fresh pair of underwear and clothes provided from her.

You could hear the faint sound of fabric rustling outside the door, that being frido changing the bed sheets into fresh ones aswell as changing herself into clean clothes and washing her hands.

“You done?” she knocked lightly on the closed door, it wasn’t locked, just closed.

“Carry me” you whined as she pulled the bathroom door open, this pulled out an amused chuckle from her.

“Of course, princess.”

She stepped inside and pulled you into her arms with ease, carrying you before setting you down on the bed and tucking you in. Your arms immediately reached out for her as you made grabby hands her way.

“Coming, baby.” Before joining you in bed she went by the bedroom door to turn the headlight off, making the room almost complete black except for the small light from the streetlights outside that shined through the ever so slightly opened blinders.

Frido settled in bed next to you and instantly pulled you close to her, with your head resting on her shoulder and an arm draped around her she felt content.

As did you with her snuggly arms wrapped tightly around you, leaving you to feel a huge sense of security and completeness. It didn’t take long for the exhaustion to completely take over, her soothing smell making it easier for you to fall into that deep sleep you so were so closely grasping.

“Frido?”

“Yeah? Something wrong?” you could almost see her worried face in front of you even though you saw not a single thing, only due to her deep etched tone.

“No, I just wanted to see if you were awake still… that’s all” your whispered words were spoken into the fabric of her shirt, muffling them ever so slightly.

“I’m not sleeping until you have fallen asleep” she was too good, too good for you.

“You’re too good for me” the guilt in your voice was evident “I didn’t even give you anything… back”

“Hey” the second Frido picked up on your embarrassed tone she squeezed your waist to help ground you. “Tonight was for you; I don’t need anything back for that. And there is plenty of time for that whenever we feel like it, okay? Don’t rush it, we’re okay.”

Her words made a content sigh leave your lips, you were exactly where you wanted to be, in her loving arms. Surrounded by millions of words laced with reassurance and pure adoration, god you couldn’t wait to show her how much you loved her.

First time writing smut, kind of struggled as the build up might've been too long? Or idk, do y'all prefer straigh to the main event or these prolonged ones? Excuse me for the lack of details aswell, I wanted to sleep so bad :))

[night-night-stories-before-bed]

Cock blocked

Warning ⚠️; Smut, oral sex

Pairing; bottom!Leon/top!Male!Reader

Summary; Hop keeps cock blocking you and Leon until you had enough. This time, you ain't stopping.

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Head in your hands, you groaned while Raihan was laughing so hard holding his ribs. You almost regretted opening up to your friend, but it didn't change the reality.

- “Oh shut up Raihan! The kid is giving me blue balls with how much he is cock blocking us. I swear the brat knows when we are trying to have sex!” you exclaimed, throwing your head back and pinching the bridge of your nose.

- “No but that's hilarious.” Raihan chuckled. “Kid so obsessed with his brother, I wouldn't be surprised if he actually knew you two were getting freaky.”

You rolled your eyes, passing a hand in your hair. You were not just getting blue balls there, or frustrated, but truly pissed off. No matter what you were trying to do with Leon, Hop would find a way to interrupt it. May it be sex or even just a date.

You just wanted to take Leon and run away to get some alone time. You both needed it after everything that had happened. It was still hard to believe it. Leon wasn't the champion anymore and even if he showed no sign of it, you knew he was taking it hard. For ten years he had been the Champion and now what? What was he supposed to do?

You didn't know.

Neither of you did.

But you were still there, always by his side, comforting him when a wave of sadness washed over him. You had been together for almost as long as he had been the Champion and you wondered if it was time to take the next step.

But with Hop always around? You couldn't talk or do anything with Leon.

- “You know, maybe just talk to the kid or get in his face. Like wash the floor with him and he’ll go away for a bit.” Raihan proposed, snapping his fingers as if he had the idea of the century.

- “If I do that, its Leon that going to beat my ass and not in the way I want.” You replied, shaking your head. “But I might snap at him or kidnap Leon.”

Raihan chuckled as your phone buzzed. Looking at it, you saw a message from Leon inviting you to his parents’ place for supper and to pass the night. You couldn't say no and immediately agree to come.

Raihan was still laughing as you left, flipping him off.

When you arrived at Leon’s childhood home, your boyfriend was there to greet you. Sitting on the stone wall, he looked sad until he noticed you. He jumped from the wall and rushed to you, wrapping his arms around you and you did the same.

- “I’m glad you came.” Leon whispered, his hands clenching at your clothes. “I really needed you to be there.”

- “You called, I’ll always come when you call for me Lee.” You said with a smile, kissing Leon on the corner of his lips. “Even if your brother is driving me nuts.”

Leon laughed and nodded, agreeing with you since Hop was also driving him nuts no matter how much he loved his little brother. Taking your hand in his, he led you inside the house and never once let go of you. Not even when it was time to eat and Leon made sure to sit between you and his mother.

As much as it surprised you, you were happy to sit next to your boyfriend. While it didn't stop Hop from talking, you enjoyed the evening more than usual. When Leon scooped his chair closer to yours, touching your knee with his, you began wondering if something was wrong with him. But Leon was good at masking his true emotions and you couldn't tell until you two would be alone.

After supper, you sat in the living room, Leon on your lap, your arms around him. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest as if he was terrified of something, this time truly getting you worried. You passed your hand under his shirt, caressing him with your thumb and drawing circles on his skin. Against you, you felt him relax little by little.

It wasn't long until you both gave your goodnight to his family and went to bed after a quick shower. You enjoyed the silence and intimate moment, taking care of your lover. You washed his back and hair and noticed he had dropped his mask. You could tell he was sad and tired for a reason you didn't know.

Your kisses and caresses weren't enough to bring back a smile on his lips and you knew he was down bad. You wondered if it had to do with him losing his title, but asked nothing. Once you were dried and your teeth brushed, you went to bed. Leon’s bed was made for a single person, yet you found a way to both fit.

Tangled with each other, you kept cuddling Leon without a word, allowing him to make the first step if he wanted to talk. Your fingers were brushing his wet hair when Leon’s voice broke the silence, barely audible.

- “You ain't going to leave me, are you?”

The question took you off guard. In response, you wrapped your arms tightly around Leon and kissed his forehead, closing your eyes.

- “No. I am not nor will I ever leave you, Lee. I don't plan on going anywhere without you.” You told him and you felt Leon relax in your embrace. “Why did you think I was going to leave you?”

- “Hop…” Was all Leon whispered with a sigh. “I know how much he got on your nerves recently and I felt like you've been avoiding me because of him.”

- “Oh Lee… no, I wasn't avoiding you at all.” You said, now feeling bad for being the cause of Leon’s state. “I was trying to find a way to deal with Hop and not get so angry at him for just being a kid…”

Leon said nothing but still found a way to get closer to you. You smiled and kissed his face, hand caressing his side and fingers tracing his fresh scars.

- “Not going anywhere…” he whispered so low you thought you had hallucinated those words.

- “Not without you. Besides, I’ve been thinking about us, you know? We've been together for almost ten years now and… I think it's time to take the next step.”

You felt Leon freeze in your embrace and he looked up at you. Even in the darkness of the room, you could see his eyes and could almost imagine his expression. You smiled and rested your forehead against his.

- “I am serious. I want to take the next step, get married and get a house. Just you and me.” You whispered, your breathe tickling his lips.

Leon said nothing, but you felt him nod and you knew he was overcome with emotion. It was Leon who kissed you first, hungry, and you rested your fingers on his cheek as you kissed him back. Against your lips, you felt Leon smiling and it made you happy. You didn't have any ring yet, but you had been look around, trying to find the perfect one for Leon. Knowing he agreed to take the next step only made you more determined to find it.

That night, you slept peacefully in a cocoon of warmth and love, Leon cuddled against you. The ex-champion never once let go of you, as if you would disappear in an instant if he dared to take his hands off you.

In the morning, those same hands woke you up. You groaned as soft lips brushed against your neck and you smiled, your own hands caressing Leon’s naked back. You heard Leon chuckle before you kissed him.

You sighed and groaned when Hop knocked on the door, calling for Leon.

- “You gotta be fucking kidding me.” You hissed under your breath while Leon hid his face in the crook of your neck. “You know what? Fuck it.”

- “What?” Leon asked before gasping as you flipped him on his back, your lips kissing his neck.

Leon’s arms wrapped almost instinctively around you, nails slightly scratching your back as you left a trail of kisses from his neck down to his hips. Your fingers played with the elastic of his underwear. Leon’s fingers grabbed your hair as you kissed his cock over his underwear.

- “Fuck, you serious right now? My brother is right outside the door.” Leon whispered, face as red as a tomato while his eyes stared at the door.

- “Yeah. I’m tired of being cock blocked, let the brat see. Maybe he’s going to leave us alone now.” You chuckled, slowly taking off Leon’s underwear.

Your lover didn't stop, on the contrary. Maybe Leon was as tired as you from Hop’s antics, maybe he actually wanted to keep going, but he smiled and lifted his hips to give you a hand. You kissed his inner thighs, Leon’s fingers still in your hair and Hop still knocking at the door.

A gasp left Leon’s lips when you took his cock in your mouth. Under your hands, you could feel his body slightly shaking each time you moved your head up and down, taking him deeper into your throat. Leon was half cursing under his breath and half begging for more.

How could you tell him no?

You slid your fingers between his cheeks, caressing his hole. Leon tensed for a second before relaxing and spreading his legs more for you. You slowly pushed a first finger in him, distracting him from the discomfort by giving more attention to his tip.

Leon pulled on your hair with one hand, biting the other to keep quiet. Thankfully by now his little brother had left the door alone and there was nothing left to keep his mind busy. Leon quickly relaxed and got used to your finger, allowing you to add the second. Moving them slowly, you searched for that sweet bundle of nerve that made him see stars.

You found it soon, flexing your fingers and hitting it almost immediately. Leon arched his back, pushing his cock deeper into your throat and taking you by surprise. A litany of “sorry” left his mouth through little whines and whimpers, making it hard for you to be pissed.

You knew he was close when it began hard for him to keep his hips immobile. You turned all your attention on his prostate, massaging and milking it. Without warning, Leon came undone in your mouth, a low moan escaping his lips.

Swallowing everything, you slowly took his cock out of your mouth and pulled your fingers out. You kissed his hips and belly, hands caressing him as Leon panted and tried to calm his breath. He wrapped his arms around you once you began kissing his chest and laughed.

- “Shit, it had been so long…” He whispered, eyes closed and you nodded, resting your chin against his racing heart.

- “Yeah. I missed that and I miss your voice. We really need to get a place just for ourselves so I can make you scream again.”

Leon blushed even more shaking his head in amusement. But you both froze when someone knocker louder on the door.

- “Leon, Y/N, come on now, breakfast is ready and it's getting cold.” Leon’s mother called.

- “Coming ma!” Leon shouted and you chuckled.

- “You already came.” You teased him before Leon smacked you on the head.

- “Shut up before my mother hears you.” He hissed, redder if possible.

You got off him and together dressed up. You stopped by the bathroom to wash your face and teeth before joining the rest of the family. You got a look from his parents as you sat next to a still-blushing Leon, knowing they had an idea of what had been happening that morning.

But you didn't care.

Hop acted as usual, but for once he didn't get on your nerves and Leon seemed happier than yesterday. As you ate, you realized that you were happy, happier too. Everything seemed to fall into place and it hit you that soon you and Leon would take the next step and get your own forever place. You smiled when Leon looked at you, stars in his eyes as he took your hand. Yes. The chaos that the last months had been was over and you entered a new joyful beginning.

[justlwrites]

Some of my hcs for pokemon characters and their love language(Male)

Raihan :: Gifting

I feel like he has alot of money, so he'll probably like to spoil you with anything you want

Leon :: Quality Time

As a champion(Lets ignore the protagonist aka you beating him) he doesn't have much time to spend with his s/o, so any free time he has, he'll probably spend it all with you

Hop :: Words of Affirmation

For Hop, I feel like he's to focus on beating Leon and becoming the champion that sometimes he forgets all about you, so sometimes you overthink and starts to feel insecure, but of course best boy Hop here will always tell you that you are still one of his top priorities

Volo :: Physical Touch

I see him as a very flirty man. Yeah, thats the only reason

Arven :: Quality Time

Since when he was little, he never spend time with his parents, he'll probably wanna spend all his time with you so replace that emty slot in his heart where his parents shouldve been

Gladion :: Acts of Service

Tho his family is rich, he doesn't wanna be associated with his family at all, so he rarely gives you gifts. But I still think he'll like to do nice things for you, like maybe, playing with your pokemon if you're busy, taking care if you when you're not feeling well, etc

N :: Acts of Service

Idk, I really dont know why I think he has that LL but i just think it suits him

why tf did i make his

[weliveinapokemonworld]

What's In A Cape

A Pokemon Sword and Shield fanfic. Some cussing.

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“Wait, what?” Piers sits up abruptly and sets his Bloody Mary onto the counter.

“That cape wasn’t just a PR gag and an excuse to cover you in sponsors?”

Leon snorts and sips at his - second - driver's cocktail. He has to remember to ask for the name. It tastes proper good, like the other one.

The pub's a quiet one, conversations so low that he can easily listen, and talk and be heard. Nobody has given either Piers or him a second glance after entering, even though he's wearing the mentioned 'loud' cape. He might come here more often, to faff around to relax, or grab some nosh if it's as good as the drinks are.

“Sure was. It was just a lot bigger than metaphorically crowning me as the new Champion. Did you know I was once a student under Master Mustard?”

“I might have heard something,” Piers drawls waspishly as his painted nails wrap around his glass. He speaks as if the thinks it's a load of tosh. “Like in some glaringly loud pamphlet or documentary ‘bout your life. Or several.”

“It was an honest question,” Leon drawls back. “First, you’ve never showed any interest in the League’s history out of your protest against Rose. Second, I’ve pointed out that I'm proper bad at guessing what people do or don’t know. I rather ask to be certain than assume. Some people still feel insulted either way, it seems.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean offense. I know ‘bout the Mustard thing.” Holding up his hands, Piers looks and sounds contrite enough. He never lies to spare somebody’s feelings.

“You couldn’t really escape hearing anything about you, back in the days. But that was Rose’s fault, not yours.” He rubs his neck. “So, uh, I apologize for my tone. Didn’t intend to be another person on your list of people who doesn’t take you seriously.”

A sigh leaves Leon. He slumps on his bar stool. “These last days have been draining. So many people simply won’t stop questioning me.”

“That sounds awful. How about we leave that heavy topic, and go back to your silly cape?”

“You will respect the Cape. It's snazzy, not silly.” Grinning, Leon flips his hair over his shoulders. He’s looking forward to Piers’ reaction. “While it’s not that old, it’s got history.”

His friend looks at him suspiciously.

“The cape… and Mustard? The man who’s a legend in Galar even compared to you? The Great King Mustard?”

“Yup.” His grin widens.

“Stop that, you’re too bright. I love the lighting in this pub and you’re ruining the atmosphere.” Piers grumbles, miffed. “And you're plotting something. Out with it. What’s there next to you studying under the man once?”

This is one of Leon’s favorite parts- when people know about Master Mustard but not the specifics. With practiced ease, he pulls the card out of his pocket and flips it with a flourish to present it to Piers. He squints down.

“It won’t bite, I promise!” He laughs as he waves the laminated paper. “This is Master Mustard’s rare league card. The photo’s been out of circulation for 20 years, being phased out in favor of pictures of the more recent Champions like Steel Peony, me, or Victor.”

Piers finally pinches the card between his fingers. He murmurs something that sounds a lot like, “you nerd”. Drawing it out of Leon’s grasp, his eyes scan across the photograph.

“Mustard’s looking proper young in this,” he murmurs. His eyebrows scrunch. “He couldn’t have been much older than either of us are now. Something like twenty? Or even younger.”

“That’s correct. This picture was taken fifty years ago, during that fateful battle against Opal. He won the match and the crown.” A chuckle. “Master Mustard used to be proud man. He was assured of his victory and wanted it to show to the entire region. Look at his back.”

After another suspicious look at him, Piers’ gaze falls back onto the picture. He’s content to watch him figure it out, sipping more of his cocktail.

He doesn't have to wait for long until his right eye begins ticking. And his white cheeks going red like his drink.

“You’re bloody shitting me.”

His guess is right! There it is! This kind of reaction never gets old.

Pineapple juice, orange juice, strawberry syrup and cream nearly spew out of his nostrils. Swallowing down, he thankfully doesn’t break his glass as he nearly slams it onto the counter. He has more than enough quid to pay the bill if he did damage something. But he does NOT want to get on the bad side of the bartender or the proprietor for accidentally acting like a tosser. The bartender is already giving him a look.

But he does break into laughter that he quickly smothers. The look of disgust on Piers’ face is proper hilarious.

“Stop laughing, you arsehole!” He throws up his arms, careful of their glasses, with his whisper-shout. He looks like he’s praying for patience.

“I can’t believe Rose suggested that idea! I can’t believe the League thought it was a good idea! You’d barely been Champion for two years, and you emulated The Great King Mustard on live TV. Do you understand how much the fuddy-duddies in Spikemuth got into a right kerfuffle when you appeared on the telly?! I knew bugger all why they were arguing their heads off until now!”

“I’m slowly getting the idea.”

“You planned this, didn’t you? You’ve done this to some poor other bloke before and knew how I’d react-”

He winds up for a longer rant. Leon is unable to talk anymore. Keeping his laughter quiet takes up his entire breath. Piers seems to forgive him well enough when he pays for his martini - "compensation for my headache," Piers says - on Leon's next round.

[sweetanidreams]

Adore You | Leon x Reader (Oneshot)

Genre: Super Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

It’s been a particularly challenging week. And as much as you’ve tried to brush it off, along with Leon’s concern, the weight of everything is starting to bear down on you hard. If you were honest, you’ve been in a constant state of exhaustion.

Deadlines and expectations seem to be ever looming, the only rival in magnitude to either being the damned imposter syndrome you’d been trying desperately to bat away. At this point, you’re questioning if you’d somehow accidentally stumbled into where you are in life.

This afternoon, you’d happened to get home before Leon did and immediately slithered out of your clothes and into your bed, wrapping the sheets around yourself. Your eyes fell shut, hoping to drown out the world. All you can hear is the sound of your breath, drawing slowly and softly, yet somehow each inhale felt heavier than usual. With all of the thoughts swirling around in your mind, you almost didn’t hear the footsteps approaching or the sound of the bed shifting under someone’s weight settling next to you.

The subtle scent of cinnamon, vanilla and bourbon in Leon’s cologne bringing the slightest comfort before anything else. His hand tugs at the edge of the blanket you had so tightly folded yourself into, loosening it just enough so that he could slide into the cocoon with you. Without saying anything, he nestled his broad frame against your back, an arm working its way around your waist and angling up so that his palm was against your cheek.

The first crack.

You trembled at your core, all of your pent up fears and anxieties simmering inside you, threatening to boil over. Allowing yourself to ease into Leon’s hand, you took in the warmth of his skin — he was somehow always warm — and could feel the callouses built up from almost two decades of training. Calluses that were rough and worn, but always felt like home when they were running along your back. Letting his thumb trace across your cheek to play along your lips, he inched his body closer, his other hand moving to brush your tousled hair out of your face. You hear him sigh deeply before placing a gentle kiss at the back of your head, then resting his nose against your neck.

The second, and final crack.

You couldn’t hold it back anymore and the tears began to trickle down, wetting Leon’s hand. It’s silent for a moment, until the tiniest whimper escapes you. You try to pull away, but strong arms hold you in place, pressing you in closer. “Shhh…”

“You’re so strong, love. Being vulnerable is a part of that strength,” he whispered into your skin.

Still soft, but now audible sobs were wracking your body. You were sure Leon could feel you shaking and you couldn’t figure out if you should be embarrassed or if you should find solace in the fact that him, simply being who he was, brought your soul to ease.

“And know that even when you’re feeling your weakest, I’ll adore you. Always.”

At that, you turn around to face your champion, your lips quickly finding his, hands tangling themselves in those unruly, violet locks. Between the tender glances and exchanged breaths, you knew you’d eventually make it out the other end.

How could you not.

[se7ens-oc-heaven]

And now, time for some oc writing!! Specifically, a self-contained piece for my SwSh oc Rex. I think of this as a sort of brief, non-chronological "timeline" piece for him, showing out-of-context snapshots to sort of give a sense of his main drive in the Legendkeepers story. Hopefully you'll all enjoy, this is my first time doing a format like this but I hope it isn't too confusing!

Context: Rex is my oc who follows the Shield storyline, becoming a champion of Galar and exploring the story and events in the Crown Tundra afterwards. His best friend, Ritsu, is a "Faller" who went missing when they were children, and never came back. This follows Rex and how he handles this disappearance as he gets older.

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Rex was eleven years old when he first heard the news that his best friend was reported missing. He was worried, of course. He loved his friend dearly. But, in the way you do when you're eleven, he also felt a sureness of how the world worked in a way that didn't always turn out the way it by all rights should have. 

"Yeah, mum and dad have been losing their minds over it. You'd think the world was ending over here, never mind how Ritsu’s parents have been handling things," Rex said rather blithely to Hop, his neighbor and longtime friend. Ritsu's longtime friend. Hop, perched on the stone wall next to Rex, tilted his head at him, confused. 

"They said Ritsu's gone though, right? That sounds awful serious to me," he countered, concern lacing his expression. Hop, by this point, had gathered the nature of the situation well before Rex did. Rex shrugged, swinging his feet aimlessly, heels battering the old stone wall beneath him. 

"I dunno. I mean, it can't be that bad. His parents are always making a fuss if Ritsu misses so much as snack time, and you know he's aces at building super secret bases. He prolly just made a new one and didn't tell them," Rex explained, hopping off the wall with a muted 'oof'. 

"Hey, maybe next time we go visit, we should ask him if we can sleep over in it! I bet it's so cool no one would ever wanna leave, and that's why no one's seen him yet!" He added excitedly. Hop nodded, eyes brightening, the enthusiasm infectious. 

"Yeah, that'd be awesome!" 

•••

Rex was ten years old when his parents were ready to let him take on his first Pokemon. Rex had been eagerly waiting for the day. Bursting with excitement when they told him the good news. But he asked, as politely as he'd ever asked anything, that he wait a year before getting one. 

"Rex, dear, this is all you've ever talked about for so long! I don't mind, but why the change of heart?" His mother inquired, surprised. 

"I was thinking I want to wait until Ritsu can get his, so we can get ours together and they can be bestest buds just like we are!" Rex beamed. His parents exchanged fond, if somewhat anxious glances. 

"I don't have a problem with it," his dad chimed in. 

"But... Ritsu may not even want a pokemon. You know how he gets around them," he added carefully, watching his son for his response. Rex, unphased, shook his head. 

"It'll be fine! He'd feel loads better if he had one looking out for him, I know he would! And so'd his parents! I bet if they quit nagging him so much they'd all learn pokemon can be really cool too!" 

"Rex! That's no way to speak about them!" His mother scolded him with a huff. Rex merely gave a cheeky shrug. 

"It's true though!" 

•••

Rex was fifteen years old when he decided to take on the gym challenge. His parents protested his decision, but he didn't care. He was tired of them getting on his case all the time anymore. Always the same thing, nag nag nag. Ever since Ritsu had disappeared, both his mum and dad had gone insane about keeping track of Rex, holding him accountable at all times. Rex was fed up with it. 

"Ready to go, Miki?" He whispered to his Charmander, sitting on the bedroom sill next to him. Miki wagged her tail, the embers flickering in a mesmerizing fashion in the early dawn light. 

"Char!" She squeaked eagerly. Rex shushed her, brushing a fingertip down her nose gently as a tactile reminder. He grinned down at the charmander in her little red bow. 

"Alright. Let's go then, before we wake mum and dad," he murmured, gesturing with a free arm. Miki took the cue, hopping onto his shoulders, clinging for all she was worth. Rex took a final look down the wall, and - judging it clear - hauled himself down the side, keeping a solid hold on the windowsill now above him. He felt around for good footholds, inching his way down. Normally he'd have no qualms about just dropping right down into the bush below, full force. But he had to be quiet. 

Miki whimpered slightly as Rex slid a little, missing what he thought had been a good ledge. She clung tighter as he fumbled around, adjusting his handholds once he felt his legs were stable. Rex took another look down. Should be good enough, right? 

"Hold on, Miki," he whispered, and with a push he launched himself off the wall, landing on his feet below just in front of the bush. The momentum carried him into a kneel, and he rammed his knees down into the grass with a pained grunt. Oh, he'd be feeling that one later. But that was later, and this was now. And right now, he had to go meet with Hop. 

"Whew.... Alright," Rex muttered to himself, shaking off the lingering pain from his graceless landing. 

"Let's go!" 

It would be several hours before his parents discovered what happened. Rex would be long gone for Wedgehurst by then, and fresh off of what would be his first of many legendary encounters.  

•••

Rex was sixteen years old as he stared down death for the first real time. As he placed himself between Leon and Hop, the latter crying for the former to wake up, pull himself together, Death stared down at the scene before it with a blank apathy. Rex glowered up at the unfeeling hand just waiting to scoop them all up within its chilling grasp. He didn't care what it thought it was, it was out of line! 

The creature - Eternatus, presumably - thundered a hollow, alien cry, and Rex readied his pokeballs. It'd have to kill him and his team before it could get to Hop and Leon. 

•••

Rex was still sixteen years old as he tackled the chairman to the floor of the power plant. He'd never cared much for the man and his glib manner of speaking, but it had never been personal. Before now, that is. 

Now? He wanted nothing more dearly than to make the older man pay for what he did. For endangering his pokemon. For endangering Leon. For endangering Hop, and nearly putting him through another loss. For nearly putting Rex through another loss. 

Well. Rex almost wanted nothing more dearly than to make the older man pay.  

Rex was sixteen years old as the other adults hauled him off of the beaten and battered chairman, voices blending together into a thick stew of concern and shock, worry and admonishment. 

Rex was sixteen years old as he was escorted from the Hammerlocke gym, into a throng of cameras and microphones pushing and shoving greedily towards him, ready to feed. 

Rex was sixteen years old as articles scrutinizing him flew off the press and as news reporters used his name as they would that of a storm in the daily weather report. 

Rex was sixteen years old, a hero of Galar. A public figure.

Rex was sixteen years old when he became the Champion.

Rex was sixteen years old. 

•••

Rex was twelve years old, nearly thirteen, when he attended his best friend's funeral. He didn't understand why. Ritsu was still missing. Not dead. 

According to the adults, it was because there were no leads, no sign of Ritsu anywhere at any point, and so they had to assume the worst. Well, then the adults hadn't looked hard enough! That wasn't Ritsu's fault if they were bollocks at searches. They shouldn't have been giving up on him just for that. 

Rex stood amid a mass of black, holding his baby charmander close to his chest. That shouldn't be out, someone had scolded, put it back in its pokeball. 

No, Rex had said, standing firm. Miki has just as much right to be here as anyone. She wasn't hurting anything.

The adults continued to shoot him looks for the orange bundle in his black-clad arms. He let them. 

Miki had been there for him through all of this. She didn't deserve to be cooped up in some ball just because the others thought she was lesser. 

At least Hop understood. Over half of the times that Rex had looked up to see a disapproving glare sent his way, he also saw Hop giving them a hard stare of his own, inching himself in the middle of the line of sight. Rex would give an appreciative smile and Hop would hit him with a small grin of his own. 

"You don't have to handle this alone", it seemed to say. 

•••

Rex was sixteen years old as he stood next to his best friend Hop, in the midst of a panicked evacuation from the Darkest Day heralding the end of the world.

“Aaaagh, shit. How are we going to find Leon in this mess?” Hop bounced on the balls of his feet anxiously, trying to crane his neck to see past the people flooding out of the building. 

“Stay calm. If there’s one thing I’ve learned researching about Ritsu, it’s-”

“Oh, drop it about Ritsu for one damned second!” Hop swore. Rex faltered, startled. Around them, alarms blared and a cacophony of voices swarmed in all directions around them. 

Rex stared back at Hop, brows furrowed in a question he was too speechless to ask. Hop waved his arm in a sweeping motion towards everything. 

“Now’s not the time! Just look at this! We have to focus on the now, on saving my brother!”

Rex found himself protesting without fully meaning to.

“Well, yeah, obviously. I wasn’t saying otherwise. I was jus-”

“No, I know! But it’s not the same! It’s not! The same!” Hop interrupted, voice raising.

 “My bro’s still alive! Ritsu’s dead! He’s been dead, and I’ve let it go all this time that you keep blithering on about bringing him back or whatever, but now’s not the time!”

Rex fell still. Hop glared him down for a moment before it was clear no one was going to make a move otherwise. 

“Ugh, screw this! I’m going to go find Leon! Or the chairman. Or. Something!” Hop scoffed, whirling on his heel and running off into the amorphous cloud of people.

Rex hesitated. 

He had to go help too. 

His feet felt welded to the floor. 

Rex was sixteen years old as he stood, lost and alone in a crowd of people fleeing the end of the world. 

•••

Rex was sixteen, going on seventeen years old, as the wind blustered around him, stealing his heat from his bones. He paid it little mind, all attention trained on the pokemon before him, its absurdly large head bobbing around in front of him. Chief Peony likewise bobbed in the air, suspended with telekinesis Rex had wagered, expression almost peaceful as words were spoken through him. 

"I am Calyrex. I am the one known as the King of Bountiful Harvests. I have borrowed this man's body in order to thank you in person...so to speak."

The wind was surely stealing Peony's heat away. He hoped the chief could hold out a little longer. 

•••

“Hold out just a little bit longer, Ritsu.”

Rex was eleven years old, nearly twelve, as he muttered this into his palm. He sat sullenly in his room, staring out the window, grounded for the third time that month for trying to take a train - and then ultimately, a plane - to Hoenn all by himself. 

He was tired of waiting for the adults to get off their arses and find his friend! It was obvious he needed to take matters into his own hands! Not that his parents listened to a word he’d say. What would they know? 

Dejectedly, he flipped through the pages of a worn comic book issue with one hand, disinterested in the panels and words he’d read over a dozen times by now. Only one speech bubble happened to catch his eye by chance as the pages scattered past, a shout bubble belonging to a desperate hero.

“Hold out a little bit longer.”

It was a phrase used often enough, especially in his favorite comics. Seriously enough. Ritsu was fine, Rex knew he was. But it felt appropriate, somehow, to apply it to the situation. 

Hold out a little bit longer. 

Rex was eleven years old, nearly twelve, when a knock on the door distracted him from a troubling line of thinking. 

•••

“Hold on there, Rex,” Rex’s mum had laughed gaily, keying the number into the rotom phone. Rex, twelve years old, sat shoulder to shoulder with Hop, bouncing his knee in impatience as the egg before him glowed gently. 

“But dad’s going to miss it!” Rex whined. 

“He’ll still get to meet the baby pokemon that’s come out of it,” Leon reassured over the speaker. Rex had insisted everyone be present, even if it meant Hop called his brother while Rex’s mum tried - and failed - to reach his dad. 

“It’s supposed to be a charmander, right?” Hop asked his brother. 

“Could be.” 

Rex startled from his pout, and his head whipped to the phone in Hop’s lap. 

“You said it was an egg from your charizard, guaranteed!”

“I mean, who can really tell with eggs?” Leon laughed. Rex had just about wound up a retort when a telltale crack sound snapped in front of him. All eyes trained on the source. 

The egg was hatching. 

Everyone watched, spellbound, as the egg broke open in a blaze of light. A little orange lizard sprawled out from the broken shell, stretching with a tiny squeak of effort, before large aquamarine eyes turned up curiously towards Rex. 

“Hullo there,” Rex whispered, leaning closer to the tiny charmander. 

“Want to be my friend?”

•••

Rex was twenty five years old as he stood, uncertainly, in Eterna forest, an aged flute clutched in both hands. Beside him, Miki, his charizard and most faithful companion, leaned down to huff at the instrument. Rex chuckled, and stroked at her muzzle soothingly. 

“Yeah, I hear ya. ‘S now or never, huh?” 

At his other side, Calyrex nodded sagely. 

“It’s time, Rex,” they confirmed. Rex took a deep breath in. And out. Then, holding the time flute up to his lips, he began to play. 

The trio heard a noise akin to if glitter were a sound, and a delighted laugh chimed across the forest. Rex opened his eyes to see Celebi, hovering in front of him expectantly. 

“Calyrex?” Rex prompted, still nervous. Calyrex nodded. 

“Celebi is ready,” they affirmed. Rex nodded, a smile starting to spread across his lips as it sank in. 

He’d done it. 

He’d finally be bringing Ritsu home. 

Rex was twenty-five years old as he looked Celebi in the eye and said,

“Let’s do it, then. Take me back to Hisui.”

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Pocket Monsters: Sword & Shield | Pokemon Sword & Shield Versions Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dande | Leon/Kibana | Raihan Characters: Dande | Leon, Kibana | Raihan, Hop (Pokemon), Gym Trainer Hitomi | Gym Trainer Aria (Pokemon Sword & Shield), Rose | Chairman Rose, Gym Trainer Ryouta | Gym Trainer Sebastian (Pokemon Sword & Shield) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Pirate, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Rescue, Rescue Missions, I'll update the tags as this goes on, i've always wanted to write a pirate au, slow burn?, Rose is mentioned right now, Mentions of abuse and trauma, (only slight mentions right now but there will be more details in future chapters), POV Kibana | Raihan, Arabesque Town | Ballonlea (Pokemon) Summary:

Raihan is the most infamous pirate captain across all of Galar. What happens when he meets Leon, who was being held as a prisoner, during the raid of a royal cargo vessel?

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Chapter 1 is up on Ao3 now! This chapter acts as a sort of introduction to everyone and everything.  Next chapter is when shit gets real...

Read it HERE.

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Pocket Monsters: Sword & Shield | Pokemon Sword & Shield Versions Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dande | Leon/Kibana | Raihan, Olive | Oleana/Rose | Chairman Rose Characters: Dande | Leon, Kibana | Raihan, Olive | Oleana, Rose | Chairman Rose, Joui | Nurse Joy Additional Tags: Animal Abuse, Animal Rescue, Fluff and Angst, Family Fluff, Rose is Leon's father figure, Established Relationship, consensual workplace romance, Pre-Canon Summary:

The Chairman has never approved of Raihan and Leon's relationship. In attempt to soothe things over with his adoptive father figure, Leon invites Rose and Oleana to come with them on a rescue mission, in which the two intend to save some abused yamper. There the Chairman finds something that will change his life and indeed the very future of Galar; a very small puppy that steals his cold dark business oriented heart. Maybe this little deformed mutt can change the strained league family for the better.

Hello! Today in fics no one asked for. 

Some family drama in the league, the sinster shadows of team rainbow rocket, family trauma, and most importantly, a very small dog. 

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Pokemon Sword & Shield, Leon fanfiction!

Hello hello hello! I'm a small writer on ao3, i write for Stardew Valley, and Pokemon Sword and Shield. I have a new fic I'm working on, that I really want to get some traction on. I heard Tumblr is one of THE BEST places to advertise so I thought I'd try my luck here.

The fic is mainly focused around our boy Leon, (Let's face it, he's awesome and I'm a sucker for him.) and an oc of mine. It's an enemies to lovers, very angsty, everyone is traumatized sorta thing.

I plan on this fic being QUITE long, because I have so many ideas for it. Like. I already have fifty chapters planned and theres still more I wanna do.

But if I caught your interest, check me out on AO3 at, StardewWinx779. I also update pretty frequently, because I'm very invested in the story. :)

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The Crowned

Pokemon Swsh Drabble, Alternative Universe

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The marble crown topping Hammerlocke Castle is gone. Clouds swirl above where curved arches should be. The glare of the storm casts the ruined floor in the center of its eye into angry light.

He stands from his hunch against the wall’s remains. More red, from a tear cutting through the logo of the Sword and the Shield, the edges drenched in blood.

“L-lee?” Hop calls, staring at his chest. The wound in the middle glows: a star.

A blank face. A mask. Glowing, swirling red clouds are swallowing golden eyes.

A translucent horned crown forms over his bare skull.